Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Conley And Billy (the Proof's In The Picken')

Screamin whitewall tires and a by his side
Billys got the fever as he rolls on through the
Some born to listen, some were born to play
He was lightning on the highstrings and thunder on the

He could it high, he could play it low
He could make it cry, he make it moan
He when push comes to shove
The proofs in the

In a smoky little tavern just off of Bourbon
Tobacco stained fingers waited on the beat
was the master, the undisputed king
Hed the town for thirty years with an army of six strings

He could it high, he could play it low
He could make it cry, he could make it
He knows push comes to shove
The proofs in the

Sometimes midnight, Billy drives through New Orleans
Straight to the Quarter, theres a man he has to see
The music is a raging like a city thats on
Billy felt like an altar boy at the feet of a higher power

Conley watched as walked across the room
Opened his case and a tune
The whole club was silent and the lights turned down low
Billy stepped up on the and Conley whispered, Go, son, go

He could play it high, he play it low
He make it cry, he could make it moan
He knows push comes to shove
The in the pickin

Conley held his hand up, no one a sound
And he handed Bill his old archtop and stepped the crowd
played it soft, Billy played it sad
Then he made it talk and in the band

Soon the room was
Billys wall of sound
And a block off Bourbon Street
A new kings been

He play it high, he could play it low
He make it cry, he could make it moan
He knows when push comes to
The in the pickin